Greg finally admits his feelings to Sara although they are both intoxicated at the time.

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It's been a long night on the job and the case they are working on isn't going anywhere. Greg walks into the locker room as Sara throws her bag into her locker and slams it shut. He sees she's obviously upset and is breathing heavy.

Greg: You alright?

Sara: I know that guy is guilty…we all know! He's going to get away with it!

Greg: We can only do the best we can do with the evidence.

He's walking towards her and puts his arm on her shoulder.

Sara sits down and puts her head in her hands in frustration.

Sara: Thanks…I know.

Greg gets up to get ready to head home for the night.

Sara: Want to go out for a drink?

For a moment Greg stares at her in shock. He's wanted to go out with her for so long he really never thought it would happen.

Sara: Greg?

She notices he hasn't responded and is just kind of staring at her.

Greg: Yeah let's go.

He smiles and they head out.

Greg: I'll have a Sam Adams.

He orders when they sit down at the bar.

Sara: Make that two. (She turns to Greg) Why did I think you'd order a rum and coke or something?

Greg: Because apparently you think I'm a girl.

He looks ahead and drinks his beer. Sara laughs and does the same. They sit there for a moment not sure what to talk about.

Sara: You know…sometimes I swear this job is just going to wear me down. (She let's out a big sigh)

Greg: I know how you feel; it's a lot of pressure.

Sara: No I like the pressure.

Greg: Of course you do. (He smirks)

Sara: I mean how little control we have. I hate having to watch a perp get away with murder or rape. I hate watching people suffer and we weren't able to help them.

Greg: It's a tough job but someone has to do it.

Sara looks at Greg intently and he looks back at her.

Sara: 2 shots of Tequila please.

Greg: I've never done Tequila. (looking a little frightened)

Sara: You're a virgin, great.

She smiles. They clink shot glasses and down the shots. Greg looks like he's going to cry.

Many tequila shots later…

Greg: No seriously… (laughing) does Grissom even go home?

Sara can't stop laughing as she does another shot.

Greg: Have any of us seen his place? (does a shot himself) I wonder if he's ever had sex?

Sara: Ok…I'm sure he's had sex.

Greg: That's only because you want to sleep with him yourself!

Sara: (giggling) Are you serious?

Greg: Oh c'mon…admit it.

Sara: Ok (trying to be serious but on the verge of laughing) he's got a sexiness to him but he's kind of more of a father figure at this point to me.

Greg: Ok now that's just creepy.

Sara: You must think Cath is hot…she used to be stripper you know.

Greg: I know…nah…I mean she's definitely attractive but she's just not my type.

Sara: Well what is your type?

He's about to answer when the bartender interrupts them.

Bartender: We're closing. Want me to call you guys a cab?

Sara: Ok…

They nearly fall out of the bar stools and head to the door. Sara puts her arm around him to help hold herself up…and him too. They stumble out the door and laughing the whole time.

Greg's stop is first and he gets out of the cab nearly falling into a puddle. Sara can't stop laughing at him.

Greg: Thanks for getting me drunk Sara…it was enjoyable.

Sara: Hey Greggo!

Greg: Must you call me that?

Sara: Yes…

Greg pulls himself up off the pavement.

Sara: Mind if I stay over?

Greg: Ummmm…

Sara: You're staring at me again like earlier…you having a stroke?

Greg: No, I'm not having a stroke. You can stay over.

The cab driver looks at him in the rear view mirror and smiles.

Sara: I just don't think I can make it across town to my apartment right now.

Greg pays the cab driver and they head up to his apartment. Greg fumbles with his keys and Sara leans against the wall waiting for him.

Sara: You're pretty cute Greg you know that?

Greg: That's just the tequila talking.

Sara: (turns and looks at him) No, I've always thought you were.

Greg stops and turns to her.

Sara: What? (she smiles)

Greg then quickly pulls Sara into him and kisses her with all the energy he's built up all those years. He pushes her up against the wall and she falls into the drunken kiss as well. They soon fumbled into the apartment as they pull at each others clothes while gasping for air.

Sara pulls his shirt off over his and begins to kiss and lick his shoulders and chest. He lets out a moan and pulls her shirt off as well. They both fall to the couch in the living room with her straddling him. Just as everything is getting really hot and intense she stops to look him straight in the eyes. As he's trying to get his breath back he runs his hand down her bare arm and they share a thousand thoughts with one look.

As he leans in to kiss her neck she suddenly pushes him away and stands up quickly.

Sara: Oh my god! (she runs into the bathroom and begins throwing up)

Greg is sitting there stunned and trying to pull himself out of the moment that just disappeared as quickly as it started.

He brings her a glass of water as she's kneeling on the floor with her hair in her face. How was it she still looked beautiful? Greg then picked her up in his arms and brought her to bed. He tucked her in and made sure to put the trash can next to the bed in case she got sick again. He went to the couch and fell asleep.

The next morning Sara wakes up feeling like one of the vics from the previous week. She barely can walk out into the next room and sees Greg sound asleep on the couch. She couldn't remember everything that had happened the night before but she vaguely remembered they kissed.

A million thoughts began running through her head and she just knew she had to get out of there as soon as possible. She grabbed her things and snuck out quietly. Before she walked out the door she took one look back at Greg. Sara couldn't believe how different he looked to her now…he was more than the geek.